Chapter 6: The Academy of Divided Thrones
The golden gates of Virtus Academy opened like the maw of a giant beast, swallowing the hopes and fears of countless students in one colossal breath. It stood tall—ancient, imposing, woven with magic and history, a cathedral of knowledge and combat. Victor stood among the crowd, his brown eyes wide, taking it all in. The towering spires, the floating crystal domes, the enchanted archways that hummed with arcane energy—this was no ordinary school. This was a battlefield where dreams were forged or shattered.
He had finally arrived.
They were herded like cattle into the Grand Hall, a majestic chamber adorned with floating banners of silver and gold, where the ceiling mimicked the sky outside. Thunderclouds rolled in it now, dramatic and turbulent. Professors stood like statues at the edge of the room, wearing robes woven with magic threads. In the center, a circular stage began to rise slowly.
An old man with a twisted beard and crimson staff approached the podium. His presence silenced the hall immediately.
“Welcome, new initiates,” he said, his voice amplified by a subtle charm. “To Virtus Academy—where power finds its throne.”
Murmurs buzzed around Victor. Even among summoned heroes, this place held a mythical air. Only the best of the best could graduate from here.
The professor raised a glowing scroll. “As tradition demands, students shall now be sorted based on three primary divisions: Royal Class, Elite Class, and Peasant Class.”
Victor blinked. He hadn’t been told of this before. He had expected some equality among heroes—but the hierarchy remained here too.
The professor continued, “The Royal Class is reserved for the highest echelons—princes, princesses, and prodigies who are destined to shape the realm. The Elite Class comprises the noble bloodlines and high-ranking aristocracy. And finally, the Peasant Class… those who lack power or status, but may yet find a spark worth nurturing.”
Victor’s stomach dropped.
Names began to echo through the hall as magical lights lit up over students’ heads.
“Prince Azrael.” “Royal Class.”
“Lena Kronov.”
Victor looked around. A girl with silver hair and unreadable eyes stepped forward. The crystal turned deep violet—then flickered strangely.
There was a pause.
“…Peasant Class,” the professor finally announced.
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Gasps echoed.
Victor’s brow furrowed. “A prodigy… sent to Peasant?”
Something was off.
He saw Lena’s lips tighten, but she said nothing and walked toward the lower-left corridor.
Then came Victor’s turn.
“Victor Grey.”
The crystal glowed brown and green—signifying earth and stability. Middle-tier elemental affinity. His talent sparkled briefly but did not surge.
“…Elite Class.”
Victor exhaled a breath of relief. Not the best, but not the worst. Maybe now, he could grow stronger.
A while later, the last name echoed through the room:
“Lucien Elcarin.”
Heads turned. The name of a once-powerful but now ruined noble house. A boy in plain, shadowy robes stepped forward. He had silver-black hair and eyes like empty moons. Victor narrowed his eyes.
“Who is he?”
The crystal hovered…
Then settled: “Peasant Class.”
Whispers erupted.
“That’s Elcarin’s heir?” “No way… a fallen noble in the lowest class?”
The boy—Lucien—showed no emotion. He bowed, then walked toward the same corridor Lena had disappeared into.
Victor watched him go, strangely intrigued.
Later that evening, Victor found himself in a spacious Elite Class dormitory—marble walls, enchanted mirrors, and silk linens. He should have been grateful, but his mind wandered.
He couldn’t shake the image of Lucien and Lena—both clearly different, but in the lowest class.
He clenched his fists.
“I need to get stronger.”
In the dim-lit, worn-out dormitories of the Peasant Class, Lucien stood before his mirror. The room smelled of damp wood and dust. But he didn’t mind.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a black insignia—shaped like a spider, the symbol of the Assassin Guild. A whisper echoed in his mind:
“Master, all preparations have been completed. Frona is in position. The name of Elcarin is now yours.”
Lucien smirked.
“Good,” he said quietly. “The web has been spun.”
He was not here by accident. He had chosen this path.
From the lowest class, he would observe, infiltrate, and recruit. He would build from the shadows, gathering the oppressed, the overlooked, and the underestimated.
Because from the roots of the academy’s rotten system—he would grow a rebellion.
Virtus Academy Class Structure:
1. Royal Class
Top Tier – Reserved for royalty, ruling bloodlines, and rare prodigies whose talent transcends heritage.
Lavish classrooms, personal mentors, advanced magic artifacts.
Known Members:
Prince Azrael – calm and powerful
Prince Lioran – sympathetic to reforms
Princess Elira – sharp observer
Princess Reinar – known for her encounter with Victor
Other chosen prodigies from common backgrounds
2. Elite Class
Middle Tier – Children of noble houses, wealthy merchants, generals, and influential families and few exceptional talents.
Well-equipped facilities and privileged training.
Most look down on Peasants.
Victor is placed here.
3. Peasant Class
Lower Tier – Commoners, or those with no influence or questionable status.
Bare minimum resources, old classrooms, and biased instructors.
Hidden talents are often buried unless someone dares to rise.
Includes:
Lucien Elcarin
Lena Kronov
Rina Homas
Jammy stephan
Future members of “The Silent Branch”
As the moon rose above Virtus Academy, casting silver beams over its ancient walls, two students lay awake in different corners of the school.
Victor Grey, heart thudding, dreamt of proving himself—of becoming a hero strong enough to shake the Empire.
Lucien Elcarin, face hidden in the dark, watched the stars.
“I will shatter this system,” he whispered. “One throne at a time.”
And so, the Academy of Divided Thrones stirred.
The game had just begun.
